This is for Jilly’s Jim Harrison prompt.
“I’m unsure if all of me returned” ~ Jim Harrison
When we soared on Phoenix wings,
and the fire blazed, our limbs enlaced,
we lit up the night with garlands of desire.
How cold then the blue earth seemed,
how deep the glassy sea and bland the day,
full of pastel hues.
But turbulence broke the sacred link,
frayed, a ragged hawser drifting free,
the iron pull of the earth’s core called you home,
and I, a spark adrift in space,
hung out in the high of heaven, remained,
my eyes riveted on the eternal
that lies on the dark side of the morning